She and I were poles apart in a place where I was King and France was no longer a Republic.We were trapped in a claustrophobic underworld where there ...ere no genteel ladies or polite tetes a tetes over tea. Here, my laws and decrees held sway, and women were whatever I wanted them to be: maids, gypsies, or nuns. Even aristocratic ladies were fit to be eaten. They would be befriended and conversed with. They could be charmed and seduced. They could be undressed and fucked, but in the end they'd. They were full of the everyday around the neighborhood and within the Lehigh family, interspersed with confessions and thoughts so searing they took my breath away. I ached to hold her, to talk to her, and I went to bed every night frustrated beyond imagining.Toward the end of the week I started getting letters from my mom. They were typical Mom Advice letters, admonishing me to make sure I did my laundry every week, eat right, don't stay out too late, study hard, and wash my hands after going. She was in her late twenties, a decade older than me. She was fun and passionate. She didn’t stare at me like she owned my body because we were dating.What I felt with her was so deep. I had been in the shallow end with Meagan, but with Valeria ... Now it was all over social media that I was fucking her. When Meaghan wasn’t calling me a piece of shit, a cheating cunt, a small-titty slut, and so on, she was spreading it far and wide that she caught me fucking my swim coach while painting herself. She then licked her fingers and started to wet it a bit and then said "why don't we keep this a secret" My dick was erect in record time and there was nothing i could do it pushed its way to her leg. as soon as she felt it she began rubbing it through my shorts and put her hand inside eventually and starting rubbing. i was fingering her with two fingers and she also was doing this with her other hand. i always wantied to squeeze her big black booty which i did man it was big and juicy,.